I Usually Only Play D&d When The People In The Parties Are Hot

i usually only play d&d when the people in the parties are hot

I have no idea what’s going on, I just joined this club because the dungeon master guy was hot.

don't mind me i'm just thinking about eddie who woke up in the middle of the night as soon as he felt you leaving his side, his hands frantically searching for you on the other side of the bed, a groan leaving his lips as his fingertips meet with the coldness of the once warm sheets. he quickly drags himself out of bed, pouting like a child, stumbling into the kitchen. the dimly lit lights make him groan again as he falters his way towards you, a smile creeping upon his lips as he sees you leaning against the counter, spoon in hand, devouring a pint of ice cream.

'honey...' he lowly calls out for you, making you jump, 'you scared the shit outta me, eds.' you murmur, giving him a warm chuckle. he doesn't hesitate as he hurries toward you, pulling you into a tight embrace as a squeak escapes your lips, your touch alone engulfing him in warmth and he sighs contently, worries fading away now that he has you in his arms. 'what are you doing up?' you ask, head pressing against his chest. 'my personal heater went away.' he pouts smothering you with kisses.

I think I just spontaneously combusted. The pubes. I'm going to blow. I am enjoying this very much.

i want to be held and cuddled while watching netflix with someone :((

warnings: angst, i think reader is gender neutral, idk, but i was envisioning a female, I kinda just rambled about stuff in a way lmao. I'm not editing it so this is as good as this will get. I'm usually good at writing when I'm motivated

🌕 You had known Eddie for who knows how long. You had liked him for even longer. It felt like it, at least. You never kept track, time always either slowed down or sped up with Eddie. The two of you were best friends. You were close. Closest. Until Chrissy came around, that is.

🌕 Now, it seemed like she was his best friend. It was all about her. And you hated it. It was supposed to be you by Eddie's side. It was practically tradition, it had always been like that. Since you two had known each other. And now it wasn't.

🌔 You could have stuck around the two of them, third-wheeling. That was humiliating. But perhaps it would've been less humiliating than people asking you why you and Eddie aren't hanging out anymore, why don't you sit with Eddie at lunch like you used to, and all the same questions over and over again.. It would have been less humiliating than watching Eddie and Chrissy side by side, all the time, just like you and he once were.

🌓 She took your place at the table. You felt like a ghost. Just gone, like that. Of course Eddie tried talking to you, but you just brushed him off, too pissed at him. You were angry, upset, and so many other things. You had a part to blame in him leaving you alone and you hated it; you told him to leave you alone and he obeyed. He was supposed to do the opposite.

🌒 Months from the designated time of your replacement, you found out that Eddie and Chrissy started dating. Why wouldn't he want her? She was practically perfect. Blonde hair, blue eyes, truly a sweet girl. Now they were close. Like how you and him were. It just hurt.

🌒 By now, you were practically invisible. Eddie stopped glancing at you occasionally, but the other members of the Hellfire Club were still rather worried. They still acted like they could see you. But you knew their vision was faltering. You can't see a spirit if they choose not to reveal themselves. Even if secretly they were dying to, just too stubborn to do it. If they would stop looking for you, you would stop revealing yourself.

🌑 You were now invisible. Nobody glanced in your direction. It was as though you didn't exist. Like those dreams where nobody else can see you but yourself. You could do anything you wanted, nobody would pay any mind to it.

You thought you were lonely before. Now you know what it's really like. Spirits are truly lonely things. They have nobody. And they must "live" that truly lonely life forevermore. Death has no comfort. Just cold, cruel loneliness.

At least you got Eddie's full attention when word got out that you'd be out in a wooden box six feet under. That's all you wanted.

At least you got his attention one last time.

girl breakfast lunch dinner supper brunch etc